Confinement

After two and a half years on Earth, Loki has adapted. Well, Tom would say. But crisis can bring out the worst in anyone.***The air was unnaturally still around them. Loki’s hard, panting breaths echoed in the stillness like a second heartbeat. Tom took a careful step into the workroom, mindful of the broken glass, and walked towards his husband, hands out. “It’s alright, Loki, everything is fine.”  “Everything is not fine,” came the harsh reply. “Nothing is fine.”  “Then tell me what’s wrong.”  “Everything!” Loki bent over, the scream ripping from his throat. “I… I can’t.” He crumpled to the floor. “I can’t take it anymore.”